You had a bully who made it his life’s mission to make yours a living hell.

You walked into school, already pissed from being yelled at by your parents and the sight of your bully only made it worse.

“Hey, four eyes.” He smirked evilly as he walked closer to you.

Four eyes. Because of your glasses. How original of him.

“I’m not in the mood right now.” You try to tell him.

“I don’t remember asking what you’re in the mood for.” He made his point clear by grabbing your arm.

“I said not now.” You grit out before connecting your fist with his face before you could even register the movement.

Your bully held his jaw, shock clear in his eyes, unable to accept the fact that you hit him.

Then arms encircle your waist and pull your back flush against a familiar chest. “That was a beautiful hit. Good job, baby.”

You crane your neck and are met with an amused gaze.

Alec Dubois. Your bully’s ex-best friend and your boyfriend.